Monday, April 17, 2006


Yesterday was the sixth time I have gone to court and faced a Judge while standing by Punky's side since he turned eighteen. Sigh..
Sixfricking times.
I vowed to myself that when the time comes again, I will not be present in the court room.
Yes, I said "when" the time comes and believe me it's coming again.
It's not that I have lost all hope for Punky..Nope I still have hope that he can/will have a chance at recovery.
I have to live in the "now" and right now Punky is still getting high and drinking because that is the life he has chosen for himself.

The court convicted him of a full DUI.
He has to attend AA meetings twice a week for three months.
Punky was ordered to pay $1935.00 in fines, $162.00 every month until it is paid. (If he misses payments they will issue a warrant for his arrest)
He can not drive with a measurable amount of alcohol/drugs in system.
Punky must submit to any test at the request of a peace officer of alcohol/drugs in system.
He must violate no laws regarding driving a motor vehicle while under the influence or in the possession of alcohol, drugs or both. {This one will land Punky in jail for sure}
He also must attend a MADD victim Impact Panel.
He must attend and complete the First Conviction Program, a three month class.

Instead of paying the fines he had two options, Cal-Trans or jail.
If he choose Cal-Trans that would have meant that he would have to get up and report at 7:00 a.m for a total of 15 weekends.
He wanted to do the time (40 days) and had requested that he be given until Friday to report.
The Judge said "No, why would I give you until Friday? You are homeless and jobless, you have nothing better to do, its now or I let you go until you violate and then I will make sure you go to jail."
Punky decided to take his chances.
They let him go free, and that made him happy.
Except he has yet to understand that this will not go away on its own.
It stays on his "Permante Record" and will follow him until the court is satisfied.

Sometimes I feel like an expert of sorts, maybe I should write a book called "How To Raise a Complete Dumbass For A Son."
I have twenty three years of experience under my belt.
I stayed home while he was young and had a part time job on the weekends only to keep my sanity.
I volunteered in his classrooms three days a week for over six years.
I was a PTA president twice, at two different schools.
I knew all of his friends and their parents.
We had open lines of communication, all the time.
No I am not going to have a pity party here.
I am just saying I should write that book, or have someone else do it for me.
I could make millions of dollars.

I am looking forward to working in my garden today.I am starting a new book today, No Place Like Home by Mary Higgins Clark.

Ah, today will be a good day!

N Posted by Rain at 4/17/2006 10:47:00 PM


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